Chapter 31 Ghosts and Burned Invitations

RYDER

Ghosts.

The word hung between us.

For a long moment, I simply looked at her. My peach. Standing there with wide, frightened eyes, waiting for me to laugh. Or worse… to think she’d lost her mind.

If only she knew.

I’d woken less than twenty minutes ago to an empty bed. The second I realize...

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